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So. Evidently the baking ignitor in my oven breaking (and still being broken) was not enough in the technical difficulty arena. Let me recap in order to explain why I will probably not get a new food post up until tomorrow:
I cannot bake. My oven is still BROKEN! My boys have always enjoyed cooking with me. I have daily “cooking buddies”. The kids take turns (with the help of a wheel that keeps track of whose turn it is) helping me prepare dinner. There is much weeping, gnashing of teeth and rending of hair when someone’s turn is missed or Mom exerts executive privilege [...] “Lift me up and take me back Walking on walking on broken glass” Annie Lennox
This song has been tearing through my head lately. We have had an abnormally high number of broken dishes around chez us lately. In the last two weeks someone or another has broken one plate, a [...] When we finished up our end of the school year testing a couple weeks ago we were due for a celebration. The boys, after a great deal of discussion over lunch, decided to celebrate by putting together their own picnic. Because really; what do you do immediately after eating? You plan a picnic, of course. They got [...] Ty needed some new summer shoes. I scoured the internet for bargains. It ain’t cheap to shoe 5 kids, let me tell you. I briefly toyed with the idea of learning to make shoes and then came to my senses and clicked my way over to eBay. Two minutes later I had purchased a bright orange pair of Crocs. Mercifully, Ty loves orange. It has been his favorite color for a very long time. I told him he could expect the shoes to come in the next week or so. Every five minutes for the next 10 days he asked when his Crocs were coming. When Mr. UPS -as our kids call the UPS delivery guy- pulled into the driveway Ty was waiting for him. He eagerly reached for the box and said, “Now I’m gonna look like Mario Batali.” Oh really?
I’ll let you judge for yourself. Does Ty look like Mario Batali? (You have to click on the pictures to see them full-size. I’m not sure why, but you do!) Continue reading Mario Batali’s twin?!? I’ve been experimenting lately with trying to motivate the kids into helping me keep the house cleaner. I was slightly tired of having things stick to my feet as I walked through the house and having to move multiple bionicles in order to find a seat on the couch. I think I have finally stumbled upon [...]
They ate the crickets. I have video evidence and I will show this to their future wives. Sometimes revenge is a dish best served cold.
I’d like to apologize for the grainy quality of the video, but it was the best I could rustle up on short order. I used my digital camera for the process.
Also, I’d [...]
…The thing is that snails in aioli really are great. A few million Frenchmen can’t [...] …That is what my kids told me yesterday when asking whether I could help them roast crickets and then dip them in chocolate. That is what I get for allowing them to read books about survival skills.
I have 9 crickets chilling, literally, in my fridge in preparation to roast them. Mmm hmm. I said I’m going to roast crickets. If you read yesterday’s post (and she smacks her forehead!) you will see how this all came about. I’m a little too disgusted with myself to go into the whole thing again. So the big debate is whether the boys should have them salty or, as Ty- the originator of the idea- suggests, dipped in dark chocolate. I don’t care.
I tried talking to my sister for moral support. She was no help. She was excited. I think she has latent hostility toward me for all those times I stuck my pointy elbow in her ribs.
Me (whining): “I can’t believe I promised Ty I would help him roast crickets.”
Jessie: “That’s awesome! I think I saw a children’s book about cooking with insects. Maybe you could get it from the library to reinforce the lesson.”
Me: “What lesson? The lesson that I shouldn’t ‘promise’ to roast crickets? I got that one down already.”
Jessie: “No. I mean it’s really neat! There are people all over the world who eat insects. This is a great lesson.”
Me: “Well then, why don’t you come over and help them and then you can eat some?”
Jessie: “I’m a vegetarian.”
Me: “Lame excuse.”
Not shockingly, none of my cookbooks had advice on how to do this. Survivorman skewered the live buggies and roasted them over an open flame. I’m not skewering live crickets. After googling, “How to roast crickets”, unsurprisingly the choices were few. Here’s the “recipe” I found. Continue reading Roasted Crickets Aidan, age 8, and Ty, age 6, came flying through the door while I was preparing tonight’s deja food masterpiece. Aidan, tightly grasping two cups with the open ends pushed together yelled, “Ty just had the BEST idea for dessert tonight, Mom. Tell her Ty!”
At this point I expected them to show me some wild strawberries from the [...] |
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